Too much bedside wine ‘n whiskey Snoopy seeps, on his little house in time “My life has no purpose, no direction, for me" "And yet somehow I’m happy and kind."

And then there was this bearded dude Who talked bout’ taking care of the widows Supremely reamin’ he said – never crude – As he navel gazed down his nose; "The widows and the fatherless, man" "Where they go, The Dude goes."

And how about that smart Brit Now he said something that really hit To paraphrase his deduction "Man, goodwill, it’s immune to all this shit "It’s like …"Fuck off gravity!" and keeps goin’ up" Quite interesting, really ties the moral together, innit?

Now I know what you’re thinkin’ This is all a bit too simple "Be excellent to each other, that’s it?" Well I’ve got a smile to prove this – Be excellent to each other That’s it.

Hey any poets out there want to pen some far out verses concerning Dudeism? Send them to us and maybe we’ll publish them.